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Friday, March 13, 2009

Library Day

My youngest daughter made a request of me yesterday, I wanna go to dahlibary and sit on a little chair at a little table and look at a book, a lotta books.

How could I say no? So we're driving to the library, and she pipes up from the back seat, Mom how come grandma T, grandma Doreen, grandpa, and Aunt M all say "Pardon"?Isn't she brilliant to notice that it's a generational thing?

And today when Mr. O brought her some french fries back from lunch, her face lit up and she fairly squealed with delight, Oh french cries, I just love french cries!